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“Oh a lot of a fighter.” The look in his eyes was a mischievous one. “Do you not like to fight?” He asked after taking a sip of his drink. It filled his stomach with a warmth he enjoyed.
These Burns Of Mine (One on One. *Closed*)
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"I used to do kickboxing back in Scotland. Now I am more of a verbal fighter." She saw the look in his eye. She knew he was trouble but she liked it, it was kind of hot and attractive.
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“I prefer street fighting. But agood knife fight is fun every now and then. Except scars aren’t attractive.” Lighter seemed excited. The more he spoke about fighting the more he seemed to perk and open up. “It’s the one thing I can do to relieve stress.”
"Are you the one getting the scars or giving the scars?" Hope asked. Lives for danger, but definitely opening up.
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“Mm both. I can give a lot or I can get a lot. Depends on who I’m fighting.” He said simply.
"Why do you like to fight so much?" She asked.
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((Sorry I was at an author’s convention.))
“It’s a way to relieve stress for me. And to get rid of my pent up anger.” His father was abusive. Lighter wanted to get back at him but he couldn’t in fear of getting really hurt. So he fought and pretended the other person was his father. He got extremely violent and was banned from a few fight circles.
(It's no problem, I wasn't that active due to a migraine)
"Ah, I see. I tend to write in those type of situations." Hope said. Writing was her passion, most people didn't know. She wrote everything. Poetry, songs, and stories.
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((Ah Sorry. How do you feel now? Drink lots of water!))
“Writing sounds enchanting.” He replied with a soft sigh. “Do you get lost in what you’re writing sometimes? I do that with my violin.” A light blush crossed his face. There was his soft spot again. He took a sip of his drink.
(I'm doing a lot better now. But thank you)
"Yes, alot." She giggled. The blush that crossed his face made the butterflies returned. He's so cute!
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(Oh good!)
“I love that feeling.” Lighter replied almost silently, studying her face. She was pretty.
Hope smiled. "Perhaps we could collaborate and I could sing as you play?"
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“That actually sounds rather romantic.” He replied with a smirk, leaning over the table. “I’m in. Just give me a song and I’ll learn it.”
Hope blushed. He was so close to her. He was definitely a romantic weather he tried it or not. "Hm, well. Looks like I have some thinking to do."
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“Let me know when you decide.” He purred, tilting his head. He looked her up and down, humming. “No wonder you have all the guys staring at you. You’re gorgeous.” He murmured, smiling softly at her.
She turned a bright crimson. "I..I am not." She stammered. His attractive smile distracted her. She almost forgot the English language.
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“Mm, don’t lie to yourself, it’s not a good thing to do, Hope.” He couldn’t get over how cute she was either. He loved it. The more he got to know her the more she seemed like someone he wanted to date. Marx wouldn’t punish her if he dated her, right?
“No wonder the jocks can’t keep their eyes off of you.” Lighter let out a soft whine. “I can’t keep my eyes off you.”
Hope blushed even more. She noticed the amount of flirtiness he had just gained. She found it attractive. "I..I.. you're adorable." She blurted out.
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He chuckled, running a nervous hand through his hair. The light blush on his face was apparent. "That's a new one. I've never been called adorable." He flashed her a sheepish smile. "Glad you think so."
She returned his smile. He was blushing and she couldn't help but think it was even more cute. "How could I not?"
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"I've been told I'm scary." He replied, leaning back in his seat as he finished off his drink. He had used it as a distraction and now that it was gone had no clue how to act around her. How did she put his defenses down like this?
"Well whoever has told you that are wrong. You're really sweet." Hope said, a small grin crossed her face. She felt like she could talk to him for hours and fall for him more and more.
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"I'm happy you think so." He murmured. How long would she think that of him? It wouldn't be long. It never was long. "My bruises and cuts don't seem to bother you. That I'm also happy for."
"I believe scars help tell a story. If people don't have scars they never did anything with their lives." She replied. "Our lives are meant to have ups and downs. It's fate. Just like it's fate that we met."
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Lighter flashed her bright grin. "Fate really wants us together, doesn't it." He cooed. "You're not afraid of me and I really do like you."
Hope blushed. "I believe it does. And I really like you too." She couldn't believe someone felt the same way about her as she did them.
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Lighter tilted his head, suddenly shy. "Well, if the feeling is mutual, maybe we should get together." He blushed. No girl had been able to get him so worked up.
"I would like that very much." Hope smiled, a light blush spreading across her freckled face. She couldn't believe how happy he was making her feel already.
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"Then, Hope, lets date." He leaned over to take her hand, brushing his lips against her knuckles in a gentle kiss. "You wouldn't mind being my girlfriend, would you?"
"Not at all." Hope replied, blushing as he kissed her hand. She'd been waiting her entire life to find a boy that was this romantic. All the romance movies made it seem so unrealistic, but she finally found the real deal.